Fingers dance among the grass.
Whispers travel in the wind.
The shattering of glass.
The screams that never end.
The twinkle in the stars .
The moon shining bright.
The only way out,
Is when they go to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Write Without Fear
PoetryIt say's it all in the title. It's time to share these. I'm writing without the fear of judgement from others and even myself.
